Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1133  Origin of Black Cube

Max stood before a black cube his hand lifting slowly as he touched the black cube. Activating his first Divine Vein, his right hand turned slightly gold as he flicked the black cube lightly with his fingers.

Bang!

The black cube was blasted away sliding far into the distance like a rocket blowing away.

Maxʼs gaze lingered on the black cube as it finally came to a halt far away, leaving behind a deep trail in the violet earth. The shockwave from his flick had shattered the surrounding ground, but the cube itself remained perfectly intact.

Not even a scratch could be seen on its dark surface. It sat motionless in the distance, silent and unmoved by the power that had sent it flying.

He lowered his hand slowly, his brows furrowed in thought. The air still hummed faintly with divine energy, the lingering residue of the power that had burst from his First Divine Vein. Even now, that energy pulsed within him like a steady heartbeat, carrying the sensation of strength beyond imagination.

But despite the immense force he felt coursing through his body, he couldnʼt shake the feeling of frustration.

He could move the cube. He could send it flying like a toy. Yet he couldnʼt harm it. Not even a single dent.

”This black cube is very tough to break,” Max said, his tone calm but edged with curiosity. His fingers still glowed faintly gold, the energy of the divine vein slowly receding back into dormancy.

Lord Igris stepped closer, his heavy steps echoing softly across the cracked ground. He looked at the black cube lying in the distance, his eyes carrying a strange mixture of respect and unease. ”I have told you before,” he began, his deep voice cutting through the silence. ”The material that cube is made from is unknown, even to us. No one in the history of our tribe has ever been able to understand what it truly is.”

He looked back at Max, his tone turning serious. ”Its origin is a mystery, but one thing is certain—these cubes do not belong to this secret domain. They do not obey the same laws of matter or energy that we know. I suspect that even if a god struck them with their full might, the cubes would remain unbroken.”

Max turned his gaze back toward the cube, his eyes narrowing. ”Then what are they doing here?”

Igrisʼs gaze drifted toward the horizon. ”They were not always here,” he said slowly. ”These black cubes appeared long after the creation of this domain. There are stories among the elders of my race, stories passed down since the earliest days of our people. They say the cubes were placed here by the Seven Lords of the Secret Domain themselves.”

”The Seven Lords?” Maxʼs eyes narrowed even further. ”You mean the same beings who control this entire domain and protected me from the Wraith of the Universe?”

”Yes,” Igris said, his voice heavy with certainty. ”Those same beings. The ones who govern the laws within this place, who stand above even the highest gods. It is said that long ago, before the laws of this secret domain stabilized, the Seven Lords forged these cubes from the fragments of a ruined star itself. They scattered them across the land as anchors—objects meant to stabilize the flow of divine and chaotic energy that constantly tries to tear this world apart.”

He crouched down and picked up a piece of shattered rock, crushing it easily between his fingers. ”This wasteland is not as simple as it looks. It was once a place where worlds collided and merged. The power here is ancient and unstable. Without the black cubes to absorb and contain it, this entire land would collapse into nothingness.”

Max listened carefully, his expression thoughtful. The idea that something so simple in appearance could hold together an entire world was difficult to believe, yet after witnessing the cubeʼs durability, it made sense. ”So these cubes are what keep this secret domain from collapsing.”

”Exactly,” Igris said with a slow nod. ”They are the foundation of the domainʼs existence. Each cube contains the essence of balance itself—neither divine nor demonic, neither pure nor corrupt. They exist beyond the comprehension of mortals or even gods. That is why their material cannot be identified, why their energy cannot be sensed, and why their surface cannot be destroyed. They are eternal.”

He straightened himself and looked directly at Max. ”The Seven Lords used them to build this sanctuary, a place where even the Wraith of the Universe cannot freely descend. These cubes are fragments of the very laws that shape existence.”

Maxʼs frown deepened slightly. ”So youʼre saying these cubes are the reason this domain exists at all.”

”Yes,” Igris replied. ”They are the heart of it. Without them, this land would have long been devoured by chaos.”

For a while, both of them stood silently, staring at the black cube in the distance. The faint wind carried dust across the ground, the air thick with a mysterious, ancient stillness.

Finally, Lord Igris spoke again, his voice quieter this time. ”You are one of the few who can move a cube, even if slightly. That, in itself, is remarkable. It proves that the energy in your divine vein resonates with the primal laws of existence. That kind of strength cannot be achieved by cultivation alone. That is the power of the Seven Divine Veins in your body.”

He turned to Max and gave him a small, approving nod. ”The first divine vein—the Vein of Origin—has awakened in you. You are now walking a path that was never meant for humans. You can touch the foundations of reality itself. But remember, Max, such power will always come with a price. The universe will not let you climb higher without testing you. The moment you try to open the second vein, the heavens will notice you again. It will struck you again with another wraith. So, before you try to open the second divine vein, I warn you to be fully prepared for it.”

Max remained silent, his gaze locked on the cube, his red eyes reflecting its pitch-black surface. He understood and nodded to Igris.

”A sword made from the same material as this would be incredible,” Max thought quietly, his eyes still fixed on the black cube gleaming faintly in the distance. The thought of wielding a weapon forged from something that could defy even divine energy stirred something deep inside him. Just imagining its potential—the unbreakable edge, the limitless resonance—made his heart beat faster.

But the thought quickly faded as his expression turned serious. He turned toward Lord Igris, his tone calm but purposeful. ”Do you know where I can find the Lotus of Clear Serenity here?”